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Sunday, April 22, 2012

ANOTHER APRIL

What is this "growing old gracefully" shit?Does it mean that you will not bitchabout aches and pains?Does it mean that you will just smilewhen all the young uppities call you "honey,"when you'd really like to rap them aboutthe head and shoulders with your cane?Does it mean that you will no longer be ableto hop on the table at the danceand drop your pants?And if you didwould they all just snickerinstead of scream?I like to think of graceas maintaining my own pace.Each morning the road is filledwith cars, trucks, motor homes, and bulldozersgunning past me like I'm standing stilljust because I'm doing onlyfive miles an hour over the speed limit.If any of them had been on the Titanic,they'd have learned to chill,and immerse themselves in the journey,cuz you're not always going to dig the destinationAnother April has come and gone,and I'm in less of a hurryto get where I'm going--more inclined to listen to musicinstead of news--so I'll take some timeto take the long way home,and when I run out of roadI want the radio to be playingthis same silky saxas I fadeinto the topaz twilight.

26 comments:

nice...like the sound of the sax...and really like that bit about the titanic, as there is def truth in that...and any time you want to jump on the table, they will at some point just dismiss it for age but you know there are always those willing to watch...

Timateo, sorry for the deletion but after publishing I noticed many mistakes.

What I had stated was; that your well worded piece was a timely one and appropriately relatable to my April which happens to be my birthday month.

I celebrate not for the aging but because I still can and for my friends and family still existing in this mundane journey.

The aches and pains are very real for me inspite of some friends and acquaintances wondering why I'm still in pain even though I have two totally new prosthetic hips. Why is it that people don't realize that the pain has not been replaced by an absence of pain, just the mechanical appendages have been.

The doc wants to perform invasive surgery to my deteriorating lower back but I told him in the three languages that I'm familiar with what he can do with his scalpels. His pocket book was not too happy :-p

Anyway, I hope that when I ride into that road of no end the radio plays the music that I like. That of course is any and all music.

BRIAN,Thanks, man. I'm hiring myself out for table dancing, if anyone is interested!

NENE,Thanks for your comment, and the personal insight you provided. Looks like my poem touched a nerve. (No pun intended.) I like your attitude with the doc. All they want to do is what they've been trained to do, and to them, that's the solution to everything. Most never look into the amazing power of the body to heal itself.

The only thing graceful about growing old is learning that one should only bitch when one can do it entertainingly. At least in public--I have an ongoing and continual bitch with the universe, but it doesn't really seem to be paying any attention. I love the traffic images here, the Titanic reference, and the eloquent final lines, especially. You're playing that JT song in my head with them, 'the secret of life is enjoying the passing of time..."

really fun. Love the tone throughout and a great sense of humor clearly shines through. The slow down and take it all in is such good advice too. I think we'd all be better off living in such a manner. Great read. Thanks

Forget about the topaz twilight and growing old gracefully. Dance and drop your pants..you'll get away with it because they will think you've got dementia especially if they find out you're a poet...you may even get a few screams..but maybe not for the reasons you were hoping for:)

WEll, they say it is the cruelest month for a reason. I know I was being a bit sac religious, dying in the French sense of the petite morte by inches.... this is a wonderful, direct right. You have a gift for straight-forwardness...xxxj

I'm 50 years old; in July I'll be hitting 51, but I don't think I'm old, though this rheumatoid arthritis tries to tell me otherwise and attempts to tell my body what to do. I laugh loud, sing soft and sometimes really hard and live every day with a smile and I chill with my friends or my young 18 year old niece. I've been told to start taking it easy, but I say if my bones are gonna hurt it's because I walked too much, jumped too hard or danced way too long. Forget the aging gracefully pooper scooper (excuse my mouth. LOL!), I'm going out kicking and screaming and I'm gonna go out a natural redhead...from a bottle!

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